Last night I had more fun than I've had in an incredibly long time.
Cars are amazing in that way, in the way that you can go from wandering around Pier 1 and then Bed, Bath, and Beyond and then you are on your way to the Pacific Ocean to have a few drinks with friends. A few Mojitos later, with the bar closing and a challenge to come back in a month to see if the bartender has silly straws, you leave and head across the street to raid on someone's bon fire. But as you get out of the car, the police are sweeping the parking lot, ticketing cars. So.. .then what? Then you drive to Pacifica, build your own fire on the beach, and watch the waves, the fire, and laugh and talk and have more fun then people should be allowed.
I'm not crazy about driving. I love road trips, I love being navigator, passenger, road trip DJ, car dancer extraordinaire, but driver I can leave... Having said that, I will be driving on Friday night to Redwood City to see a show. Driving anxiety has its reasons, reasons I have no desire to share with the entire world, or no one at all. But I do miss it on occasion. I don't miss the parking, insurance, responsibility, maintenance, etc. etc.
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